Once Upon A Time, A Thousand Tears Ago #Wattys2017

Chapter 53: From breakup to breakdown

Chapter 53: From breakup to breakdown

"No.... NO..... NOOOOO." Blank

"Mom Dad....... Kashaf........ Nooooooo" Blank

"Nooo Zayn Noooo....." Blank

"Leave meee......" Smash Smash Blank

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I wake up with my hands chained to the bed. White floor, white ceiling, a single bed isolated from everything was placed in the center of the room on which I was lying. A window with bars was allowing some light into the room and some monitors placed at a certain distance were making some noise. I focus a little more on my surrounding but I don't remember living in this place. No thoughts invade my mind. There is nothingness. I feel empty, just like this room or just like that jar which was supposed to be filled with water but has nothing in it now. Emptiness has a property. It doesn't have a shape. It takes the shape of its container. So, where ever and how much ever space is given to emptiness, it readily takes up the opportunity to fill it in. Right now, my whole being was filled with it. I don't feel anything except being empty.....without you. Blank

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We both are sitting at the mountain cliff, facing the side where we are expecting the sun to rise. Fresh air is brushing our faces. "I think it's time." He says for the first time while touching the back of my hand. We were about to witness the sunrise together and here it was. The yellow shining sun started rising filling the sky with mighty colours of red and splashing the clouds with endless rays of pink. It was bright, mesmerizing, deep and inviting. Sunlight fills the sky; its hue ambitiously illuminating each crevice of the land. Sparrows chirp an explicit background melody. With breath paused in my lungs, I wish this moment would halt. The trees shine as if they were wearing golden crowns and the vast sea was not able to absorb the bright sparks of the sun. The tides on the sea were racing amongst each other to reach the horizon from where the mighty divine sun appeared. And though time continued, the emotions that flowed stilled my soul. "Isn't it pure and beautiful, just like our love." He asks smilingly. I blush.

"Are we both thinking the same thing?" He wants to know.

"How would I know what you're thinking?" I reply with a smirk and instantly get up to run away. I can hear him behind calling my name. As I go far, the sound becomes vague and someone pulls me into darkness again.

"Zara. Are you okay?"

I wake up to someone. Someone is holding my hand. That's the first thing that I felt after so many days other than emptiness. I gradually open my eyes to meet someone's blue eyes; piercing blue eyes, getting red may be from excessive crying. I keep looking at them because everything else appears blurred even the sound that leaves his mouth is muffled. I focus on his tear stained cheek. Why has he been crying? The signs are clear.

"Why are you crying, Tomlinson?" I figure out that's Louis Tomlinson sitting on my bed. He becomes quiet and I start looking at my surroundings again. White room everything white and I am still chained to the bed.

"What's happening here, Louis? Why am I chained to a bed?" My throat is dry and I can barely manage to make up all the words. I am yet not sure he heard me though because he keeps staring at me like he saw a ghost.

"You were.... Not well."

"I can't remember anything from what happened. Tell me something, why am I in this place?" I inquire again.

"You....You got married to Zayn. Do you remember?" Louis hesitatingly speaks.

With this, the grief of that night comes in gruelling and taking away that little ease in the breath that I had. Only one I love so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to give an emotional injury.

"Yeah....When he told me this was a lie and he never loved me." Quietness takes up.

"Why am I still alive, Louis? Aren't we supposed to die when the worst happens? I mean I left my parents, my family for this one guy who turned me down in a moment. I don't have anyone left in my life that I loved or who loved me. Why am I still alive? Why didn't I just die? When I feel dead inside, why is my body still moving?" I sit up trying to free my hands from the chains. "Why am I tied up like this?"

"Zara.... You had a nervous breakdown and for the last 15 days, you did nothing but screaming and throwing things. You were taken to the hospital but you were breaking the glasses, plates and anything that you could get a hold of. So....so you were brought here." Louis keeps his voice low so that I can miss out something that he is saying.

"What kind of place is this?"

"It's...... It's a place for psychiatric patients." He tries to make the answer look calm.

I cock an eyebrow at him. "So, finally I've gone mad. Cool. I was already dreading to become Zara again. Glad now. Ask someone to just fill in the place of Zara as Zara so that I can just disappear."

"Don't joke like that."

"My whole life has become a joke. I have a right to crack a few. Do you really think, though, that I am mad?" I look at him for answers.

"Of course not, Zara. You are not mad. It was just during that time that you behaved like that. You were not even in your senses. You are absolutely fine." He tries to pacify the storm that was brewing inside me.

"Can I have a glass of water."

"Sure" He hands me the glass filled with water. I sip in the coldness and take it into the emptiness of my being.

"Feeling better, Zara?"

I look at him to answer but then, in a jiffy, I smash the glass across the room. "Yes, now I'm feeling better."

Author's Note: Miss all my readers. Tell me how you feel about the chapter. I feel broken and empty. Please Like, Comment and Share if you like it.